Communing with Community...

Traipse lightly among the Ancients,

they are community.

Jutting skyward ever skyward.

Silent, languid power.

Touch them from heart center,

Fingertips first,

Then palm across rough skin.

Finally rest in place,

Pause.

Life thickens,

Humming,

Whispering sap songs.

Sticky sap songs,

Love vibrations,

Heartache too.

Repeating over through decades.

Memories flow from core to hand-heart.

Lift eyes,

Thick brown coat with verde canopy,

These Ancients rise.

One ring per cycle,

They bide their time in peace.

Grounded,

So settled,

They cannot perpetrate violence.

Breathing in and out,

That we may breathe.

Root giving.

Life offering.

Speak to me, O Ancient.

Share your wisdom,

simply just to Be.

~April Brenneman

Fingertips first, then palm…

Thick brown coat with verde canopy…